Chapbook of poems made in past few months. Randomly selected. I hope that you would enjoy in them. Cheers.

In the wastelands of America silent predators stalk their victims. For a survivor in these ruins they must learn to run and hide. Except for one lone man who would rather be found. Armed to the teeth he finds it easier when people don't know his name. For one lone survivor, she will learn to become his voice....

“There are certain moments in an individual's life that makes them pause for a while and fall in a deep lost thought of sorting through their memories and picking out what they can assert as the “best day of their lives”. As same as everybody else, I too had quite a few good ones that I can decently share with people that I know of but the most memorable thought that I will never forget is during the time that I was in the company of a woman. Now, I know that most of you will instantly make adequate assumptions in knowing how this story ends and I guess you already know how it does, but the interesting part of it was that I never planned that it would ever happen to me on that day. It all started on a rainy October morning. I just woke up from bed still feeling a bit edgy from drinking with a few friends the night before and was glad that it was a Saturday...”...

"She began to smile as though the room was lit bright by her radiance and overtook the darkness that occupied the whole place! By now our hands were touching each other and intimately caressing, I on my part was slowly running the back of my hand to where a portion of the skin of her arm was showing. Lightly touching it with gentle strokes as though I was trying to feel its silky texture and was longing for more. I could see that she was not annoyed nor intimidated by my pleasurable advances but I had to find out for sure if what I was anticipating was sure to come naturally. I started to snug up nearer to where she was sitting and eventually touching her knees with mine. I was already feeling the adrenaline pumping in my heart as if it was slowly taking over my whole body in deciding what I should do next. At this point I was already caressing the hair on her shoulder as I playfully twirled my fingers on her locks..." ...

Introduction........................................................................Page 3 Chapter I: “Sad Memories of a Lost Love on a Rainy Day”......Page 4 Chapter II: “Rainy Afternoon Party”......................................Page 6 Chapter III: “Sandra”...........................................................Page 9 Chapter IV: “Lost on Introductions”.....................................Page 11 Chapter V: “Porch Talk”.......................................................Page 13 Chapter VI: “Life According to Sandra”................................Page 15 Chapter VII: “Kitchen Floor Drama”......................................Page 17 Chapter VIII: “Sharing the Night Together”...........................Page 20 Chapter IX: “Orange was the Dress She Wore”.....................Page 23 Chapter X: “Man Down”.......................................................Page 27 Chapter XI: “Different Strokes”............................................Page 30 Chapter XII: “Girl Down”......................................................Page 33 Chapter XIII: “Through the Gates of Paradise”...............

Where trust is involved...BEWARE

“You don’t get it. Do you? That puny little muscle between your ears is too chucked full of standard procedure to even come close to an idea that does not fit into one of your concrete scenarios with solid, verifiable evidence. But it is true. Everything I have told you is true. The man was a monster…a wretched beast who needed killing. I saw what he did. I saw….damn…..you have to listen to me. He…it….needed killing and someone, someone like me had to do it because you fools had him dead to-rights. But what happened. You let him go because you didn’t have enough frikken evidence. How stupid can you people be. I delivered him to your door step and you cut him loose and the next day he was at it again. So…I got a gun….I went to his house….and I killed the beast. I did the job you bunch of lame, incompetent idiots couldn’t do. Now you bunch of brainless dick-heads are going to put me away for doing exactly what you should have done but didn’t have the guts to do. But I am not going to make it easy for you. I want a lawyer and I want a psych test to prove that what I told you before is true. I witnessed that beastly bastard killing t...